Of all the youths both far and near,
My eyes did ever see,
There's one I love sincerely dear,
And truly he loves me.
The youth is ever with my heart,
So kind he is and true,
For O how I love somebody,
O yes indeed I do.
But will not, but dare not,
But will not won't tell who,
But will not won't say who.
 
When e'er a story I advise,
Or talk of love a bit,
My mother always chides and cries,
There's time enough as yet;
But my dear lad does not think so,
So kind he is and true,
For O how I love somebody,
O yes indeed I do,
But will not, but dare not,
But will not won't tell who,
But will not won't say who.
 
The ring is bought, and, better still,
'Tis true, upon my life,
The priest will make us, so he will,
Next Sunday, man and wife,
O then I will be made a bride,
Indeed I wish it too,
For dearly I love somebody,
O yes indeed I do,
But will not, but dare not,
But will not won't tell who,
But will not won't say who.